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[amaure]

[When the feed cuts on, it's later in the evening, well after the first day of Rocket training, and thus Emet-Selch is not wearing his uniform while in his little dormitory. What he is wearing is far more extravagant. Yes, he took the time to put that thing back on, he wasn't about to suffer the alternative longer than what was necessary. Of course there are likely those who saw him in that most abhorrent uniform, if others were in training or aiding in the training that is. All of which he's been entirely quick in mastering, almost as if he's already...mastered such trivial skills. He has, and plus some.

Regardless, that's not what this is about. Well, it kinda is, actually.]

Good evening, I am Solus zos Galvus—your newest recruit to this fine organization of unscrupulous villains. Certainly prompt with the training, aren't they? That sort of rigid discipline I can most certainly respect—after all, with poor foundation, you cannot expect aught else but for everything to come crumbling down around you.

[He settles back in his seat, resting his elbow on the desk he's clearly sitting at, cupping his cheek with the palm of his hand as he lazily gazes into the feed.]

Regardless, such training is wasted on one such as I, but I understand rules are rules, and even I am no exception. [There's the slightest edge of annoyance to his tone, but it disappears as he continues.] Regardless, 'twould do us well to know each other properly, wouldn't you agree? So come, introduce yourselves to me. For I will know each and every one of you, as well as what rank you hold—what skill sets you have, and so forth.

If I am to familiarize myself with this team, to know which holes my expertise should rightly fill, then I must take your measure.

Comments

[amaure]

Are you implying that this is all but a simulation of sorts? That we are indeed inside a video game? A curious theory, I admit, one that I will refrain from dismissing outright, but until further proof of such can be truly ascertained, forgive me my apprehension.

You are correct, I am not showing my hand to the lot of you straight from the gate, for that would be a fool's errand. Much as I am certain your lot has done similar for me. But if it is all the same to you, then I am likewise willing to discard its mention utterly, and entirely.

Do not misunderstand, friend, hostility is scarce a problem. However, if this is merely the way in which you present yourself in what you perceive as an affable manner, then I will be sure to remember that.

[uber_marionettist]

I wouldn't say this is 'affable.' It's just 'me.' And I don't think I'm being that fucking unreasonable. You come on strong, I come on strong right back.

But while I'm still in the business of misusing the apostrophe for rhetorical clarity, no worries about your 'apprehension.' Like I said, I've got an unfair advantage. One for which, yeah, I'm not filling the details in for you just yet. Not because you're new, though.

The explanation's just a pain in the ass.

And full offence, but trying to explain literally anything when you keep holding up the line with 'your ilk' this and 'silly questions' that, just the most invidiously puerile shit imaginable, is a big fat 'sayonara' from me.

Figure your shit out. Then decide where you stand. Got it, big guy? Folks're already wanting to throw hands with you.

You've been warned.

[amaure]

Nay, not unreasonable, merely a sort I have scarce familiarity with, but ever am I adaptable.

Whatever this advantage may be, I doubt it is as keen of an edge as you believe. However, I will concede that we are far too unfamiliar with one another to fully know. Such is a matter for time to sort out.

And as you so crudely named it, I most assuredly have my shit figured out. "Folks" have always wanted to "throw hands with me" since the dawn of time, I worry not over such trivialities.

All the same, consider your warnings noted.